The Night Is Still Young Man Its Only Tree Thirty
REQUISITE RECOLLECTIONS
I recollect it was sometime between childhood and the alter
You weren’t allowed in our club for only boys because you wore a halter
The clubhouse amidst the leaves on that old oak tree from which we hung,,,,
when we were young
I recollect us changing,
not year by year but day by day
Each day we talked about disparate dreams
Delightful differences to which we so tightly clung
When we were young……………….
It was somewhere between one day and the next
You went to sleep angry, I went to sleep remembering the melodies
All the voices singing in harmony that we were treated to
Lo, I fell asleep remembering all the hope filled songs the both of us once sung………………….
When we were young
I recollect a vow once made midst pews and stained glass windows
While staring into the eyes of the future and what was to come and what was to go
There was a time I would have let you in that club for only boys
Except I left you at the alter because vehemence was victorious over vows
I recollect it was somewhere between a thousand smiles but one long frown
That frown began when you swore your every idea brilliant and mine far too far flung ………………
I suppose that’s what happens when one is no longer young
© 2011.….~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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